Dressed as the hero Bai Yueguang, I defeated the villain

Even though Yan Shijun was a galloping grass-mud horse, he had to succumb to life. He only cursed a few words secretly in his heart, but he still scratched his face casually and went to the kitchen to wake up.

The kitchen is divided into two rooms, the inner room and the inner room. The inner room is the place for cooking. The aunts and uncles in the kitchen cook in the room, and the smoke is so lingering that people and animals can't be distinguished within one meter.The outer room is the place where meals are placed and distributed.

Now there is no one in the outer room, and the meals are all ready and neatly stacked on the table, marking where they should be sent.

In Luoxiao Palace, the concept of class is deeply ingrained, and even the food shows the class discrimination in the eyes - first, ordinary warriors, three grains of rice and a bowl of water with clear porridge with yellow and black multi-grain steamed buns; They, salty porridge, steamed buns and a side dish to take away; the core character, one meat and two vegetables plus one soup, and dessert of choice; as for Shen Chichuan, fine wine fish, mountain delicacies and sea shells, revealing a shining luxury everywhere.

Yan Shijun recalled angrily that he had been eating vegetable paste for half a month, and that grass would grow on his head if he continued to eat it. He observed the terrain and when he was sure no one noticed him, he secretly pinched it. Put a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake into your mouth.

The sweet and sweet taste lingered in his mouth, and Yan Shijun squinted his eyes contentedly. Sure enough, sweets can promote the production of dopamine in the brain and make people feel better. This is true. Every time Yan Shijun eats sweets, he feels that the whole world is bright up.

Wait, feel better?

He suddenly thought of something, seeing that Shen Chichuan's meals were well-arranged with all kinds of meat and vegetables, Shen Chichuan's meals hadn't changed for several days while he was working in the kitchen, wouldn't he get tired of it?

Maybe his bad temper is caused by the lack of sweets?

How about...give him an extra meal?

Thinking of this, Yan Shijun quietly put those plates of sweets together in the food box, maybe it can cure his temper that is always violent?

Wuye Hall is divided into inner and outer halls, the outer hall is used for discussion, and the inner hall is his sleeping palace.Relying on the token of the Hall of Nights, Yan Shijun went all the way to the inner hall without any hindrance. The outer hall was still full of people coming and going, but once entering the inner hall, it was like another world. But there was nothing human about it.As if everything was drawn, everything is too well-behaved, showing a kind of lifelessness.

Moreover, he hadn't seen a few servants along the way, and the Temple of Never Night was just like his master, revealing its spookiness everywhere.

Yan Shijun suddenly remembered a sentence in "Luoxiao" describing the Palace of Nights - "There is no sense of vitality, and there is a kind of cold like being in an ice cave all year round."

This sentence was true, and Yan Shijun had goosebumps from his back to the back of his neck.

No wonder there are so many people in the kitchen, no one is willing to come to the Palace of Never Night, not only to face Shen Chichuan's face that draws swords at any time, but also to endure the torment in this environment.

After turning 81 and [-] turns, Yan Shijun finally saw Shen Chichuan's bedroom from a distance, and two big living people finally appeared at the door, which made him no longer feel like entering a haunted house.When he took a closer look, he saw a muscular man with a cold face, another mighty and strong man with a fierce face, and two door gods on one left and one on the right, just like the double brakes of Yama, and the little Yan Shijun was shrouded in shadow.

He suddenly felt for a moment that he might as well not see anyone.

Yan Luo Shuangsha glanced at him with lowered eyes, stretched out his hand and twisted out a silver needle, tried it once in each meal, and when he saw the second layer, the pink and tender pastries successfully made the two Yan Luo The corner of Shuangsha's mouth twitched.

They glanced at each other, and successfully saw the astonishment in each other's eyes, which was no less than the end of the world.

Can you imagine the scene where the cold noodle leader holds this pink and tender pastry in his hand?

No.

Shen Chichuan was the only one in the bedroom, slumped casually on the soft couch, with a long gown half wrapped around his body, his gestures were lazy and casual, as if there was nothing in this world that he would care about in the slightest.Resting his chin with one hand, he opened the book in front of him with the other.

As soon as Yan Shijun entered the door, he saw such a picture of beauties lying on a couch. One of them didn't catch it, and almost had two lines of nosebleeds from his nostrils.

Shen Chichuan is really fucking good-looking when he's not angry, the kind that makes Yan Shijun doubt his life.

It's just that this good looks didn't last for half a minute, Shen Chichuan immediately noticed the person coming, and the moment he raised his eyes, he immediately changed into a cold face.The phoenix eyes are long and narrow, with a graceful arc, and the ends of the eyes are still dyed with a lazy red color, but the bottom of the eyes is already cold.

Yan Shijun took a deep breath, and immediately put on a decent smile: "Master."

As he said that, Yan Shijun placed the food in the food box on the table, and Shen Chichuan glanced at the food that Yan Shijun brought. The table was full of sweets.

White and tender glutinous rice cakes, pink peach blossom glutinous rice porridge, bright green mung bean cakes, and a lot of things that have never been seen before, all colorfully placed on the table.

In the past, most of the delicacies sent to the Palace of Nights were beautifully presented delicacies from mountains and seas, which never changed day after day, but Shen Chichuan didn't have too many requirements for food. For him, food was just something to satisfy his hunger. That's all.As for the taste, it's not too bad.

Shen Chichuan frowned, pointing to a pile of things on the table that should not appear in the Palace of Never Night: "What is this, why are these things placed on this seat?"

"Sweet food," Yan Shijun said logically, "The food in Wuye Temple is the same thing every day, isn't it boring? The glutinous rice cake and bean curd in the kitchen are freshly made, and they are especially delicious."

"I won't eat this, take it away!" Shen Chichuan was a little impatient.

"Don't, eating sweets will make people feel better." Yan Shijun almost said, "Giving you sweets is to make you change your bad temper."

In Shen Chichuan's memory, he had already eaten sweets from his mother when he was young. At that time, his mother led him to live a poor life, and he could only eat sweets once every half a month.Since leaving his mother, he has never touched anything sweet again.

Shen Chichuan was a little moved in his heart, but he still couldn't see the coldness on his face: "Mood? Are you afraid that my bad mood will harm you?"

Yan Shijun's purpose was exposed, he chuckled, and hurriedly changed the subject: "Don't, come on, this peach blossom cake is very delicious. I ate it in the kitchen several times."

Yan Shijun presented one to him as if offering a treasure, and met Shen Chichuan's majestic eyes, and put it down again embarrassingly.

Well, he was wrong, he shouldn't have pushed his nose on his face just now.

Shen Chichuan sat at the table with his robe lifted, looking at the food in front of him, the chopsticks hung in the air for a long time without taking off the chopsticks.

Yan Shijun looked at Shen Chichuan's side face, his brows were furrowed, and the phoenix eyes raised a graceful arc at the end, with a little tiredness at the end of the eyes, running down the straight bridge of the nose, it was the always A mouth with harsh words is indispensable.

The curved shape of the lips is very beautiful, but the thin lips are slightly sexy. Even modern lip models are not half as good-looking as him. The lip color is natural pink, as tender as the peach porridge in front of you, which makes people unbearable I want to have a sip.

As soon as he saw his lips, Yan Shijun inexplicably remembered Shen Chichuan's cold lips that were lightly pressed against his lips last night in the Zangshu Pavilion. Some aftertaste? !

Sensing the gaze, Shen Chichuan frowned: "What are you looking at?"

Yan Shijun frowned, "Your lips are so pretty and soft, the only downside is that they are too cold..."

After all, there was a thunderbolt in Yan Shijun's mind!

what?

What is he saying?